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at this address?” asked the male police officer.
    “Yes,” said Emma,” that’s me.”
    “We’re sorry, miss, but we need to ask you to come down to the station to assist us with our enquiries,” he said.
    By this time, all three of the Jones’s jaws had well and truly dropped.
    “What’s this about, officer?” asked Emma’s father.
    “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not in a position to tell you,” said the same officer.
    “Which one of you is able to accompany Emma to the station?” asked the female officer, addressing both of Emma’s parents.
    “I’ll go,” said Emma’s father.
    Emma and her father got into the police car in silence and he looked at Emma very quizzically. Emma really had no idea what the police wanted to talk to her about and just hoped that it was nothing to do with the dying spaniel that she’d found in the lane at the bottom of Mr Smith’s land.
    The two of them arrived at the police station and were shown into a small interview room with metal chairs and a table with some sort of tape recorder on top. Two men dressed in suits stood up and introduced themselves as detectives, and then they all sat down.
    “We’re sorry to bring you out on a Friday evening,” one of the detectives said, “but we need to ask Emma here some questions about one of the residents of Holly Lodge nursing home – a Miss Joanne Carlisle – whom I believe you, Emma, visited on Wednesday, 4March 1981. Is that correct, Emma?”
    “Er, yes, sir,” said Emma, suddenly putting two and two together.
    “Emma, perhaps you could tell us in your own words what happened that afternoon?”
    “Well, sir, I normally visit the home every Wednesday afternoon as a volunteer from my school. The matron asked me to visit Miss Carlisle because she was in a room on her own and had no-one visiting her. She seemed very old and very frail and had lots of medicines on her bedside table. She didn’t say much but I talked with her for about half an hour about all sorts of things like the garden, my family, going up to Oxford and things like that. She got very sleepy, so I left her and told the matron that I’d see her again the following week.”
    “And what happened when you visited the home the following Wednesday?”
    “The matron told me that she’d died the same day as my visit and that the doctor thought she might have taken too much medicine. And that made me very sad because she seemed such a nice lady.” Emma turned to her father for comfort and was clearly upset.
    “Thank you, Emma,” said one of the detectives.
    “Now, Emma, the reason why we wanted to speak with you is that it seemed strange that someone should take an overdose just a short time after having a visitor; in other words, you, Emma.”
    “You’re not suggesting that my daughter had anything to do with the death, are you detective? I mean, this is just ridiculous,” said Emma’s father.
    “No, Dr Jones, we’re just trying to exclude certain lines of investigation and we’re grateful that you and Emma are helping us today.”
    The detective turned his attention back to Emma: “Now, Emma was there any point when you were with Miss Carlisle that she asked you to give her any of her medicine?”
    “No, sir, Miss Carlisle didn’t ask for any medication, and if she had, I’d have told the matron.”
    “So, Emma, you’re absolutely certain that no-one touched her medicines during the time you spent with her; not her, not you, no-one?”
    “Yes, that’s right, no-one.”
    “Okay, Emma, Dr Jones, I think that’s all we need to ask you. You’re free to go and I’ll arrange for a car to take you back home. I’m sorry we had to disturb your evening.”
    The two detectives looked at each other after Emma and her father had left and sighed simultaneously.
    “There’s something there that doesn’t add up, you know, Tom, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
    “I agree, Mike. I’m sure she’s telling the truth but it’s just too damn